Man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.
But nothing is easy.
But then again, nothing is easy.
It's foolish not to hope, he thought.
It is foolish to give up hope.
There is no time to think about what you don't have now. Think about what you can do with what you have.
Now is not the time to think about what is missing. It's time to think about what you can do with what you have.
But none of these scars are new. They are as old as corrosion in the desert without fish. Everything about him is ancient, except his eyes, which are the same color as the sea, happy and invincible.
But none of these scars are new. They are as old as eroded places in the desert, where there are no fish to play. Everything about him looks old, except his eyes, which are as blue as sea water. He is happy and unwilling to admit defeat.
They are strange shoulders. Although they are very old, they are still strong and their necks are still strong. When the old man falls asleep and leans his head forward, the wrinkles are not so obvious.
These two shoulders are strange. People are very old, but their shoulders are still strong and their necks are still strong. Moreover, when the old man is asleep and his head hangs forward, the wrinkles are not obvious.
His shirt has been patched a lot, just like a sail. These patches have faded into many different colors by the sun.
I don't know how many times his shirt has been mended to make it look like his sail. These spots are dyed in many different colors by the sun.
Clouds on land are now rising like mountains, and the coast is just a long green line, followed by gray-blue hills. The water is now dark blue, almost purple.
At this time, the clouds above the land stand like hills, leaving only a long green line on the coast, followed by some gray-blue hills. The sea is blue at the moment, almost purple.
The boy loves and sympathizes with the old fisherman. If Manorine has no money of his own, he will beg or steal to ensure that San Diego has enough food and fresh bait. The old man humbly accepted his kindness, which was like a calm pride.
The child likes and sympathizes with the old fisherman. If Manorine doesn't earn money, he will beg or steal to make sure that San Diego has enough food and fresh bait. The old man humbly accepted the kindness of the child, and there was some pride hidden in his humility.
When the sun rose, he saw other ships swimming towards the shore, which was just a low green line on the sea.
When the sun rises, he sees other ships heading for the coast, which looks like a green belt near the sea horizon.
The old man shivered in the cold after sunset. When something bit his last bait, he cut the fishing line with a sheathed knife.
After sunset, the cold was biting, and the old man was shivering with cold. When one of his remaining baits was bitten, he cut the fishing line with his sheathed knife.
This is an excerpt from this book.
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